1233 Narration about Priscilla

Oh my great imagination
That allows me go over her
As she were a country!
And after see finished
My long and pleasured journey,
I must say that is beautiful.
I escape for her finger's feet
And climbed for her female's legs
Until arrive to her sensual hips
And walked so absent-minded
In beauty that observed
That don't perceived my fall into her navel,
After lift me drunk up
I continued my walk
Until arrive to perfection
Of her woman’s chests
And I gone up to pleasure’s top
Testing the extract of my trip
Rolled down her shoulders
Until touch smoothly her neck
And was so that I excited my body
Over her silhouette
That imagination obligated me
To narrate with points and commas
Her precise and exact proportion.
Moreover of all narrated
I got arriving to her red lips
And drank of life's water.
I walked over her cheek
And I dip my body into her eyes
And lost my conscience in her deep.
I remained almost dead for pleasure
And only with the sufficient breathe
For at end narrate in my diary
That in her body is settled
Twice the paradise.

1232 Reasoning about Priscilla

For most that I've thought
Almost to exaggerated self point
To rack my brain
I haven't obtain the answer
Why with the only fact
To think in her name
My weak composition
Alter uncontrollably
Almost to extreme of shame.
I've tried to find out
Why just with feel
Her eyes in front of me,
The skin blush me,
And my eyes excite
If I watch slowly
Her lips or her chests.
Why I get very nervous
When I'm beside her
And I shake like a possessed.
Why my voice crash
When I talk close to her.
And why I well breathe
When I think in her body
And even never arrive to discover
Why succeed me that succeed me,
The fact is that I'll try to be
Beside her
Even so have that loose
My own soul reasoning
Why succeed me that succeed me
When I'm along with her.

1231 Confession about Priscilla

In this moments
For me is impossible deny it
Because my love for her
Has growth imposingly.
Her personality arrived to my interior
Like a lightning’s flash
And lighted in just an instant
All suburb of my soul.
In front of the over natural magnetism
Of her eyes color café
I'm able to burn like tow,
And a cool and abandoned steppe
Would be warm and scared
If stay beside my spirit
Her innocent child’s mouth
Sometimes I've tried to ignore
My passion's extremism
But I feel that my heart
Palpitate accelerated
Saturating all my body
Of sweetness that have
Her feminine and whispered voice.
For this reason I can't
Ignore her sublime presence
When she take a walk front my sight
With her exaggerated beauty
And her spirit’s integrity
Able to make insane
The same Lucifer in person.

1230 Description about Priscilla

When I get to close my eyes
The first that appear is her image
Because tied my heart of jubilee
And because she knew how fill me of love
And I swear that I would paint
All her interior and physical body
Without mistake.
Because she has arrived so deep
Within my solitary and rickety soul
That I believe has overpass
The limits of my border's feeling
Is pure and sublime at the same time,
Moreover radiant and full of beauty
And has reached penetrate me so
How only she's able to does it.
My love to her is unlimited,
For this when I close my eyes
She draws herself in my heart
And I'm able to realize her
Because she has turned perfect.
In my limited and clumsy memory
If I can fill out of my mind
By means of a description
For so have her beside me
And that be part integral and material
Of my conceited understanding.
If I would have the great inspiration
For slow describe her
I would do it with poems or linen
Or maybe with carved sculpture
For represent the sublime beauty
Of a soul attractive without equal.

1229 Exposition about Priscilla

She, Ladies and Gentlemen
Is the most beautiful girl
All around the universe.
I guarantee you with my true
That if I were able to squeeze my life
And at time as well to extract
The substance of my love,
I don't hesitate any moment
That I would do with heroism
In a desperate fact
To have forever with me
Her spirit's beauty
And her physical nobility
Along with the attractive
Of her woman's manners
Because she, Ladies and Gentlemen
Circumscribe among her body
The singular excellence
Of one face so beautiful
That just so sensual lips
How are hers
Would be the presentation
Of one angelically formed soul
Because she, Ladies and Gentlemen
Is the charm’s embodiment
The supremacy's resurrection
The beautiful woman prototype
And the most perfect feminine model
That it has knowledge
Even more than over there
Of extralimited imagination.

1228 Conference about Priscilla

I never imagined
Not even any time
That a perfect woman
Would cross for my way
I never imagined that my soul
Would be rewarded with so many beauty.
She gorgeous for my eyes
In all extension of word.
I confess that when I saw her
I was invaded for her agreeability
Almost fell my face on the ground
My mouth stayed half-open
And my eyes bewildered
For her sight's brilliance
Never more
I've seen in my existence
A so precise beauty
And so fixed to my taste.
In the measure that discovered
Her perfect and extreme beauty
Stupor and confusion
Were taking possession of my senses
Since that I share the secret
That she's a muse
And that she has qualities
Unbelievable to human understanding.
I guarantee with my true
That neither the stars, nor the gods
Nor Mother Nature, nor the peace
Nor the most sublime kingdom
Has influenced me
Like her beauty done
Because she’s the most beautiful
That human senses have perceived.

1227 Talk about Priscilla

Is not because her delicate mouth
Fulfill exactly with perfection,
Neither for her eyes color café
Nor for the brilliance of her sight.
Is not because her melodious voice
Is superior to whisper of an angel,
Neither because her hands
Are so smooth that exude honey.
Is not for the supreme grace
Of her strut walk,
Not even for her sculptural body.
Is not because her feminine skin
Is more beautiful than porcelain,
Nor because her teeth and nails
Seem the most pure ivory,
Neither because her breast
Was designed with precise rules
Of most perfect symmetry,
Not even because her legs
Are the best molded.
Is not for her precise measures,
Nor because her hip are sensual.
Is because I love her
And the best explanation that I love her
Is continuing to love her as I love her.

1226 Essay about Priscilla

If you'd see her naked skin
You'd stay stupefied
Because I go crazy by myself
Just to see her feminine face
And I let my poems without finish
When she seduces me with her sight.
Don't exist nothing that I like more
Than get out a poem from my soul
For dedicate it to her smooth skin.
I'm sure that when don't exists
I'm going to left this life
Because my wisdom is based
On remember that I have from her.
My soul would crack
If I miss her
Because I breathe just her breathing
And I'm building my life
With the smiles that she gives me
I think that is terrible
See her lips and her chests
And don't obtain right now
Because her seduction overpass
All over natural limits and borders.
Today I swear you
That if you'd see her naked body
You'd death for the impression
That produces the joy of see her
Because her skin is smooth, beautiful and natural
And her body the best molded
Of all around the universe.
At least I prefer her
And I mean without afraid
That before sleep or eat
Is better to see naked
Her body and her feminine face.

1225 Legend about Priscilla

Relate that was so beautiful
That many people arrive to compare her
With the most brilliant of the stars
Say that she had the power
Of remain on think
Of all who can see her
And that was so extreme her supremacy
That the red roses blushed
When she began to walk
Say that she was so radiant
That don’t hold down among coordinated
Not either among rituals
Relate that was so shining
That the most solicited beauty
Was the best of her rivals
Moreover, say that was so imposing
That the stars feared her wakes up
That had the philosophical stone
And that knew the magical art
Of calm smoothly the woes
And that when the night had arrived
Was because her eyes closed
And that the light indescribable that cover her
Was so harmonious and rich than peace
Relate that over she is a prophecy
That to past of slow time
She'll convert in a song
And that would be the most beautiful story
That human's hear would hear
She appeared one night in my life
And since that I broadcast her legend.

1221 Writing about Priscilla

Her chests seemed two mountains
That lost slowly
Among distance’s fog
And her beautiful lips
Seemed one carved sculpture
Of one slender and fragile ruby
I don't know why God
Gave her a beauty
So exactly proportionated.
But just I know with security
Is that I loved her without control
Since the same moment
That I perceived her figure
And without more that her smile
I felt in love
Of each one of her steps.
If I didn't lost my head
Was because I needed it
To love her so intensely,
To love her with all my senses
To apprehend me her bends
And all delimitation’s her
Because was full of a grace
Such as never more was seen
Since foundation of world.
Was for this that I loved her
Of a disproportionate way
Because her chests seemed two mountains
That loss slowly
Among distance’s fog
And her beautiful lips
Seem a carved sculpture
Of a slender and fragile ruby.

1220 Laudatory about Priscilla

...And then I began to praise her
Because I got the point of her face
Had an infinite graceful
And a beauty more superior
Than all that in my life
I have ever seen.
I can’t believe that for my eyes
Would perceive so much beauty,
But after see her eyes
I know that the stars
Don't bring anything in splendor,
For this I incline to praise her
Because her streamlined chests
Are perfect like her lips
And because coffee bright star
I saw the twinkling stars
And appreciated the wind's warm
And smelled deep in front of a flower
And thought that the infinite sea
Don’t has nothing to compares
But after see her face
And observe how she extricated herself
Don't remained more than praise her
Because when some woman see her
Suddenly create complexes
And one intolerance state
Because only a few can accept
That her beauty is so resplendent
How only Olympic gods
Can be
And is exclusively for this
That today I incline to praise her.

1219 Report about Priscilla

Today I saw her, and her hair seemed
A suspended cascade
For the Author of all the things,
I could not believe that I still loved her,
But when I had her in front of me
I wanted to embrace her among my arms,
And to seduce her next to my chest,
And to kiss her in her sweet lips.
I had to contain my impulses
And to hide with value my edginess
For not falling fulminated
For the beauty that she had,
And that it seemed to have taken out
Of a secret trunk.
I contained my encouragement and I sighed.
It was prettier than never
And their back was complete
As for beauty refers.
It was white and delicate,
Soft, lusty and better formed.
I had to bite my lips,
Because although I had her in front of me,
I could not believe that she were,
Because she was as beautiful as a spirit
That it looks for a body to possess it.
I found her voice a song
Of those that the nature whispers.
It was thin their figure
And her hair was grown
And it seemed a cascade
Suspended miraculously
For the Author of all the things.

1218 Critic about Priscilla

Sometimes I would like to lie myself
And find out a mistake
Or acquire the truculent power
To say: Open Sesame
And open her imperfection
For don't believe that her beauty
Is superior than all knowledge,
Then I'll be the most arid
Of critic of her life
If time were suddenly
And her face become gray
And beauty let her body
I'll destroy with my commentaries
That remains,
But it seems impossible that happen
Because her beauty is enough
And her grace never seen
But I'm afraid that she’s a monster
Surrounded by a graceful body
Or a abyss’s spirit
Transformed in perfect feminine
I don't know what I want
If destroy her with my critics
Or build her with my praises
Because the worst of all this
Is that I felt in love with her
And when I want severely critic her
I just success giving her praises
Even in realty she is:
The only one and true creator
Of the light that surround my darkness.

1217 Panegyric about Priscilla

How refuse that you're divine
If a trail of white light
Is around your fragile woman's body.
How refuse that you're angelical
If in my darkened mien
Don't exists anything
That commotion the public opinion
How can make your lips,
Among them it is
The secret of universal panacea.
How refuse that you're supreme
If the mysticism of your romantic voice
Attracts me and seduces me crazily.
Ever sweeten my soul
When I remember her radiant face
And I can't refuse your virtues
Of attractive and charming woman.
I've got the point of your divinity
And since that I devote myself to you
And I've turn into Priscileum
Because you're who I love.
For you my life has existence
And you're the only one who I adore
Because you're like immaculate saint
Or like appeared virgin,
Full of angelically virtue.
I believe in you, and faithfully I'll follow you
And cloak-and-sword I'll defend this faith
Because I think that you deserve
Some superior to one temple
Alike that has in her honor
One such a Diana of Ephesians.

1216 Explanation about Priscilla

If you’d have my conviction
I wouldn't have necessity
To explain you how she is
If at least you would know her
Would know that my words
Are so true like sun
Because is that she
Is so beautiful and radiant
Like the most majestic
Of the stars of universe
Her hands are so delicate
That sea turn meerschaum
To contact of her finger
The happiness that she transmits me
When she's seeing to me
Is so refreshment to my soul
Like the small drizzle
On the arid and dry earth
If you’d have my conviction
I wouldn't have necessity
To explain you how she is
If at least you can
Believe in my words,
I would tell you
That her beauty so perfect is
That I considered
She was a Buddha’s embodiment
But wasn’t so,
She was so human and natural
In spite of her exquisite way
Like anyone terrestrial mortal
Just with the difference
That she had
A very singular beauty
Like was her smile
Able of do stagger
To anyone god or devil that see her
I guarantee that if you would had
Half the conviction mine
I wouldn’t have the necessity
To explain you how she is.

1215 Assertion about Priscilla

If her body don't were
Precisely framed
Between the supremacy's coordinated
I wouldn’t have repaired in her
For this today
I venerate her with love
And while word exists
I'll stay whispering that I love her
And when the word end,
I'll caresses her with my hands
Of a subtle way
Until draw butterflies
Over her body’s wrapper
And when my hands fail
I'll recreate on my mind
Her beautiful face
And her slender thin body
Until impregnate my mind
Of every beautiful detail
That her person has.
Because towards time
She became
In my thinks’ obsession
And of my life’s impulses,
In the top of my daydreams
And in the burning reality
That penetrates my nerves.
And all this is because her body
So beautiful shaped is
Like a cocoon of virgin flower.

1214 Harangue about Priscilla

Not only was her porcelainized skin
Was moreover the structure
That had her interior
That attracted me without control
To felt at her feet.
She was like a raised flower
Light and delicately shaped
With her high vertex
And her tops so precise
That I believed she was crystallized
Because she arrived within my soul
I don't know when, or how
But is a fact that arrived
And strongly hold to my feeling
With a colossal impetus
And implanted her empire among my veins
Wasn’t enough
Seduce me with her lips
As well catches me within her eyes
And involved me in the labyrinth
That I founded between her arms
Because the Nature Mother
Has extreme
To mold her porcelainized body,
To draw symmetrically her lips
And smooth the exaggerated bends
That formed her slender body
She filled my spirit of euphoria
And since that I loved her
Not for have a beautiful body
But simply for be who was.

1213 Colloquium about Priscilla

And her smile is so impressive
That surpass to all painter
And her laugh is so noisier
That exceeds all cascades’ ripple
And her think is so influential
That can teach to the pagan’s gods
And her eyes are so engaging
That opaque to Cleopatra's
And her lips are so sculptural
That ridicules all sculptors
And her bends are so attractive
That dethrone to Picasso's.
She took possession of my life,
Her smile has disturbed my mind
And her laugh got drunk my soul.
Of so much think in her thinking
I got remain enervated my spirit,
Of so much want her feeling
I have deified her fragile body.
When she sees me fixedly
Her eyes obfuscate my sight.
For the proud of her sight
The delicacy of her hands is such
That is intolerant to unprepared of them.
Her shoulders and her chest obsess me
Ever for be august.
I have idolized her face
Her virginity is one passage to pleasure.
From my point of view:
Is the supreme of perfection,
Is the zenith of my ideals,
Is my guardian of love,
Is the angel of my paradise
In conclusion: Is the best masterpiece
That the Creator has shaped.

1205 Story about Priscilla

This is the true history
Of the most beautiful feminine,
That who born one day,
The same that born the roses
For this she's so august
And in the same time slender and bohemian
When she was growing up
Other girls made jealous
For magnificent of her beauty
To get her fifteen years
Learned to handle her lips
And seduce with her eyes
Gave maintenance to her skin
To be ever luxuriant and desiderated
And took so much care of her nails
To attract in a genuine way
Every mortal that were around her.
She discovered among her chest
An unexploded power of sensuality
And tuned her voice with docility
To trap with her sweetness.
I have had the fortune to know her
And never more get to forget her
Because her body was possessed
For the spirit of aesthetic
And because was realest of muses
That know
In all humanity’s history.

1204 Refutation about Priscilla

Is not how anybody says
That her culminating beauty
Is something so superficial
Like lake's water
That repose in tranquility
Because I have seen her
With my own eyes
And if somebody of you dare to say
That she isn't extremely beautiful
I challenge you to see her eyes
Fixedly to her pupils
And if for a space of time
You feel implodes
Of one special-delivery way
For a stranger feeling
Of adulation to her soul
Don't worry about it.
You'll get to convince instantly
Of that her culminating beauty
Is something so over natural
Like her simple smile,
And full of a proud superiority.
I know that if you say
That her eyes so refulgent are
Like to the sunrise’s light
Than will be setting of manifest
The most powerful message
And at the same time most true
That have heard in so many time
In all the humanity
Because her beautiful eyes coffee
Have really a power
Of proportions never seen
On the superficie of the earth.